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This past week I have been thinking of golden wheat fields and love.

Reconnecting with relatives is such an eye opener and joy!  My father’s family in Kansas is working this weekend on putting stories and photos of years gone by into one collective spot.  They asked if I had any memories or stories to share.

Wow – do I have stories or memories?  That’s an understatement.

With very few exceptions, our family traveled first to Kansas from Idaho, then from Montana, every summer. For two weeks!  That didn’t necessarily thrill my mother but for my father going home to his loved ones was simply something his soul needed.  He needed to be around his people. It was like he needed to be refreshed.

For his three young girls, we were thrilled beyond thrilled to go to a place where there was nothing  but unconditional love and TONS of it!

As I put together my thoughts and memories it brought me to a song my two sisters and I sang often for my Dad through the years.

It was a wonderful John Denver song, Matthew.  My father’s oldest brother, Uncle Kenny, reminded us of that song. He was the oldest Son of 10 brothers and sisters.

I had not realized that this song was written by John Denver’s uncle Dean. It is really one of the most poignant of all JD’s songs. For anyone with their roots in farming and the soil, this sad but triumphant ballad strikes to the very heart. I have met people like Uncle Matthew in communities all over the world – people whose religious outlook on life, and enjoyment of simple pleasures, form the bedrock of our civilization. Anyone who thinks they are more important than the next man, sophisticated, above the crowd, then sing this song and remember that no prince, king or president can rise above the lowliest amongst us when faced with great adversity. A beautiful simple ballad and one of the best amongst many fine songs produced by JD- annon

Thanks to my family in Kansas– helping me realize and remember the love that never ends.

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September 22, 2011 at 5:38 pm | Family | 10 comments


10 responses to “Reminiscing”

  1. Dotti says:

    So touching, Claudia! … … Also something I can soooo relate to. I have such wonderful memories of annual visits to my Dad’s family … Italian, loving, gregarious, boisterous … But as we learn when we get to our age, those days seem to long ago. Still it’s good to remember, isn’t it?

  2. Claudie says:

    Oh Claudia, I’ve been doing a lot of reminiscing too with mom being in the hosp. Thanks for your call, it means the world to me right now. Damn that old age though : (
    More bad news about mom. Colt, Riley and I just got back from seeing her. The boys couldn’t believe what they saw. They couldn’t believe the change in her. Not only was she screaming in pain, Deb and I found a bed sore on the bottom of her spin. They wouldn’t have caught it if it wasn’t for us giving her little wee bum a message. That what killed my mom’s sister Aunty Paulette. This is most definitely a MAJOR problem now. We asked the doctor to put her on a drip for her med’s. When we aren’t there, she refuses to take them. She’s in bad shape. I haven’t booked my ticket yet ; ( I think it will be a last minute decision. I’m so so sorry if I don’t get to wrap my arms around you. I will do my best. Three weeks can make things change in a flash. I just can’t take the chance right now to loose not only $600, but my flight also.
    I haven’t been sleeping well at all with all of this.
    Now today, Brittany called. Her and David had a big argument, and David just said “this isn’t working”. Brittany is devastated to say the least. We will have to help her get an apt. for Oct. 1st. Poor thing. Her heart is breaking. (I never liked him anyway). She is way too good for him.
    So that’s the news my friend.
    I hope you are having a great weekend.
    Love You
    Love Me

  3. LaVoice says:

    Thank you for sharing some of your family history. Loved the flowers.

  4. Porch Days says:

    Beautiful photos as always. So nice that your family is recording their stories! Nancy

  5. wendy says:

    this was a great post.
    the love that never ends………so so true.
    I am so lucky also to have wonderful memories of my childhood………and spending time at my grandparents house in southern Alberta on their farm. I hold those memories so dear!!
    I do believe, it is those hardworking, simple people, who made an honest living and appreciated the land and understood that “connection” and their spiritual backgrounds………that are the root of this country/world.
    I was provided great roots in my life that have kept keep my anchored, ….and helped me through the very lowest times of my life.
    it is good to reminise.
    be thankful……….
    and I have never heard that song by John Denver (and I thought I had heard pretty much all of his songs)
    My dad was the youngest of 12 kids.

  6. Deanna says:

    What lovely memories of times past. I remember visiting both my Mom’s famiy that were all farmers and my Dad’s. Great times!! I tagged you for The Versatile Blogger Award on my blog today. If you don’t participate in awards or memes, that’s perfectly fine. Just wanted to let you know

  7. What a gorgeous post. I liked reading about your memories and that song is wonderful against the backdrop of your lovely photographs. You are blessed to have such vivid and lovely memories.

    Have a beautiful day Claudia.


  8. jeanne says:

    Hello Claudia, I too was born on a farm and spent the first nine years of my youth there. Joy was just the way we were raised and love is what we grew up on. The dairy farm was where my mom and her nine brothers and sisters grew up. When the farm became too much for my grandparents my dad bought the farm. He was one of eight children. Cousins, Aunts and Uncles galore. Life was wonderful, yet we had to help out with the work. We didn’t care. Now don’t laugh…Our four room school, which taught all 12 grades, was a two mile walk. I am one of six children and life was good back then on the farm in MI. John Denver’s song was such a walk down memory lane. I have never heard it before. I love your beautiful photos and the memories you shared.

    I just copied you on an email I sent to Deborah regarding the Asheville trip. I will call you on Sunday night or Monday. I am so excited about meeting you and seeing Deborah again. We will have a wonderful time. The down side is not having Claudie with us. The situation with her mom is so sad.

    See you soon. I am seriously thinking about what to wear. I think I have it figured out.

    XO, Jeanne

  9. Dear Claudia,

    I was sure I commented when I read this post last week. Thank you for sharing the song. I had never heard it before but it describes how I feel living here.
    Reconnecting with family is a joy and a journey of self discovery!

    Your Friend,

  10. Penny @ The Comforts of Home & Flea Market Makeovers says:

    Hi Claudia,
    Thanks for popping over to my blog to see the pretty fall colors. I am looking forward to meeting you on Thursday!

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